A blue-eyed girl lifts up her hands to Jesus Like she's always seen her mama do
A carpenter who swore he'd never leave us Feels just like he's sitting next to you
A worldly sinner, lonesome in the back row Mumbling along a song of praise
His heart is busting open cause he don't know The power of a hundred voices raised
Nothing in the world quite like feeling Knowing that your soul's in for some healing
Hallelujah for oxytocin, Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who holds power over us In every chorus, lift every voice
Hearts you've got can't help but be deceiving Nothing feels quite so good as believing
The Lord said that when two or more are gathered He'll show up if you call upon his name
I ain't sure if in the end it matters That any other song could do the same
It could be that the Spirit is reviving Renewing and transforming your mind
But you'd feel the same thing with psilocybin, get Sunday's off and wouldn't have to tithe
When the tears are streaming down your face It's hard to chalk it up to common grace
Hallelujah, for oxytocin Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who will be my vision Though no one listens, the saints rejoice
If you feel like you became brand new Does it even matter if it's true?
Hallelujah for Oxytocin, Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who gives serotonin Sunday morning, lift every voice
Hallelujah, you saints and sinners, Neurotransmitters and cortisol
Holy, holy, wherever we go Bless this placebo, one and all
Hallelujah for Oxytocin It's all emotions anyway
Validation by congregation Such sweet salvation, a song of praise
Hard to know just where you should begin When you stop obsessing over sin
Once you realize that no one hears you Love can motivate you more than fears do
Alexander Ocotillo - Hallelujah For Oxytocin Lyrics
Alexander Ocotillo - Hallelujah For Oxytocin Lyrics
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A blue-eyed girl lifts up her hands to Jesus Like she's always seen her mama do
A carpenter who swore he'd never leave us Feels just like he's sitting next to you
A worldly sinner, lonesome in the back row Mumbling along a song of praise
His heart is busting open cause he don't know The power of a hundred voices raised
Nothing in the world quite like feeling Knowing that your soul's in for some healing
Hallelujah for oxytocin, Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who holds power over us In every chorus, lift every voice
Hearts you've got can't help but be deceiving Nothing feels quite so good as believing
The Lord said that when two or more are gathered He'll show up if you call upon his name
I ain't sure if in the end it matters That any other song could do the same
It could be that the Spirit is reviving Renewing and transforming your mind
But you'd feel the same thing with psilocybin, get Sunday's off and wouldn't have to tithe
When the tears are streaming down your face It's hard to chalk it up to common grace
Hallelujah, for oxytocin Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who will be my vision Though no one listens, the saints rejoice
If you feel like you became brand new Does it even matter if it's true?
Hallelujah for Oxytocin, Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who gives serotonin Sunday morning, lift every voice
Hallelujah, you saints and sinners, Neurotransmitters and cortisol
Holy, holy, wherever we go Bless this placebo, one and all
Hallelujah for Oxytocin It's all emotions anyway
Validation by congregation Such sweet salvation, a song of praise
Hard to know just where you should begin When you stop obsessing over sin
Once you realize that no one hears you Love can motivate you more than fears do
A carpenter who swore he'd never leave us Feels just like he's sitting next to you
A worldly sinner, lonesome in the back row Mumbling along a song of praise
His heart is busting open cause he don't know The power of a hundred voices raised
Nothing in the world quite like feeling Knowing that your soul's in for some healing
Hallelujah for oxytocin, Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who holds power over us In every chorus, lift every voice
Hearts you've got can't help but be deceiving Nothing feels quite so good as believing
The Lord said that when two or more are gathered He'll show up if you call upon his name
I ain't sure if in the end it matters That any other song could do the same
It could be that the Spirit is reviving Renewing and transforming your mind
But you'd feel the same thing with psilocybin, get Sunday's off and wouldn't have to tithe
When the tears are streaming down your face It's hard to chalk it up to common grace
Hallelujah, for oxytocin Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who will be my vision Though no one listens, the saints rejoice
If you feel like you became brand new Does it even matter if it's true?
Hallelujah for Oxytocin, Holy commotion, a joyful noise
Praise the one who gives serotonin Sunday morning, lift every voice
Hallelujah, you saints and sinners, Neurotransmitters and cortisol
Holy, holy, wherever we go Bless this placebo, one and all
Hallelujah for Oxytocin It's all emotions anyway
Validation by congregation Such sweet salvation, a song of praise
Hard to know just where you should begin When you stop obsessing over sin
Once you realize that no one hears you Love can motivate you more than fears do
Writer: Alexander Ocotillo
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